MARAUDER
As a baby, you slept for hours
Mornings you rarely cared about
But, a marauder you were in the evenings
Forcing us to have umpteen night outs
Probably I am, I say
To my mother who remembers those days
Whilst I listen to the stories and chaos I made
Once, even flinging off my aunt's gold chain
After happily babbling, 'thow...thow...thowed it away'
Probably I continue to be marauder of sorts
When I cheekily scared the hell out of my colleague
Standing behind him, I hissed 'don't worry I am with you'
In pitch darkness, to a nyctophobiac who lost his moments of sanity
Now, there are times when I am upto something
Many weird, some hilarious, Of course I do not leave any hints
It is swift action, you never know,
Ah, did you realise, A marauder has managed to steal your time and attention spontaneously
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